Pungent Past (Micro-fiction)

Ideally, the earthly smells which emanated from the window nurtured his old soul. The sunlight glinting through the veil of mist that effused through the glass ceiling of his study was a safe roof under which he rested his tired worn-out eyes. Through the glass, he enjoyed the vastness of pines. It was a canopy catwalk for his daring heart which ached to travel the soaring heights of the pines and redwoods. However, tonight, as he glimpsed his dream through the aura of a streaming enigmatic moonlight, he felt terrified. His eidetic memory reeled with images he had left far behind. They reeked of a pungent past; and a familiar terror seized him again.


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